Subrayados: QUEER, William S. Burroughs

Una ciudad que solo existe en el recuerdo. La intersección entre Insurgentes y Monterrey. La colonia Roma repleta de historias. Una relación indescifrable. La soledad y la alienación que solo existe en una metropolis. Dos individuos ajenos el uno del otro; A quiere más que B, B no puede darle más a A. Loneliness. Solitude. 

Queer 01

“I liked Mexico City from the first day of my visit here”.

 “It seemed to me that everyone in Mexico had mastered the art of minding his own business”. 

“Boys and young men walked down the street arm in arm and no one paid them any mind. It wasn’t that people didn’t care what others thought; it simply would not occur to a Mexican to expect criticism from a stranger, nor to criticize the behavior of others”.

 “As soon as something is written, it loses the power of surprise, just as virus loses its advantage when a weakened virus has created alerted antibodies. So I achieved some immunity from further perilous ventures along these lines by writing my experience down”. 

“The rudeness of many Americans depressed him, a rudeness based on a solid ignorance of the whole concept of manners, and on the proposition that for social purposes, all people are more or less equal and interchangeable”. 

“Blue flowers from a blossoming tree had fallen on the bench and on the walk in front of it. Lee sat there watching the flowers move along the path in a warm spring wind. The sky was clouding up for an afternoon shower. Lee felt lonely and defeated. “I’ll have to look for someone else,” he thought. He covered his face with his hands. He was very tired”.

“… but it was not a cold smile: it was the meaningless smile of senile decay, the smile that goes with false teeth, the smile of a man grown old and stir-simple in the solitary confinement of exclusive self-love”.

“He looked like a child, and at the same time like a prematurely aged man”.

“…and after that the only thing I could do was leave”.

“He was sick with the sickness of death. Death was in every cell of his body. He gave off a faint, greenish steam of decay”.

“There was neither past nor future in Lola’s. The place was a waiting room, where certain people checked in at certain times”.

“Murder is the national neurosis of Mexico”.

“Allerton was friendly now, without reserve or defense, like a child who has never been hurt. He was telling another story”.

“Lee did not enjoy frustration. The limitations of his desires were like the bars of a cage, like a chain and collar, something he had learned as an animal learns, through days and years of experiencing the snub of the chain, the unyielding bars. He had never resigned himself, and his eyes looked out through the invisible bars, watchful, alert, waiting for the keeper to forget the door, for the frayed collar, the loosened bar…suffering without despair and without consent”.

“Allerton disliked commitments, and had never been in love or had a close friend. He was now forced to ask himself: “What does he want from me?”

“An oilman should be about fifty. His skin is cracked and wrinkled like mud that had dried in the sun, and especially the back of his neck is wrinkled, and the wrinkles are generally full of dust from looking over blocks of quadrangles”.

“Some holes got lubrication, and some is dry as a whore’s cunt on Sunday morning”.

“Nobler, I thought to die a man than live on, a sex monster. It was a wise old queen –Bobo, we called her –who taught me that I had a duty to live and to bear my burden proudly for all t see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. Whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink…”

“No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive”.

Queer 02

““Sometimes I think they don’t like us.” Said Alerton. ‘I don’t mind people disliking me,” Lee Said””.  

“Friends are less frightening that strangers”.

“I have no interest to prove it, or, in fact, to prove anything to anybody”. 

“Think of those patient years, waiting for another piece of the jigsaw puzzle to fall into place”.

“He was trying to control his hurt and anger, and the effort exhausted him”.

“Misery spread through his body, now that he was sitting down with no motion to distract him. “What happened?” he wondered”.  

““I liked him and I wanted him to like me,” Lee thought. “I wasn’t trying to buy anything””.  

“A feeling of cold desolation came over him at the thought of arriving alone in another country”.

““I’m not a difficult man to get along with. We could reach a satisfactory arrangement. What you got to lose?” “Independence””.

“Well, it’s always nice to see places you haven’t seen before”.

“Come to think of it, that is the wisdom of the East. The Westerner thinks there is some secret he can discover. The East says, ‘How the fuck should I know?’”

“In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality. It is as final as the mountains: a fact. There it is. When you realize it, you cannot complain”.

“He walked on, looking at every faced he passed, looking into doorways and up at the windows of cheap hotels. An iron bedstead painted light pink, a shirt out to dry…scraps of life”.

“What happens when there is no limit? What is the fat of The Land Where Anything Goes?”

“He felt a killing hate for the stupid, ordinary, disapproving people who kept him from doing what he wanted to do. “Someday I am going to have things just the way I want””.

“Yes, I know. Too bad. If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes”.

“I don’t like people who apologize at breakfast”.

Rich people are generally frightened. I don’t know why. Something to do with a guilt complex, I imagine”.

“Swinging in hammocks, sipping brandy and watching the jungle slide by. Springs, moss, beautiful clear streams and trees up to two hundred feet high”.

“They sat there drinking aguardiente mixed with hot water and sugar and cinnamon”.

“He turned on his side, with his back to Lee. Lee drew his arm back. His whole body contracted with the shock. Slowly he put his hand under his cheek. He felt a deep hurt, as though he were bleeding inside. Tears ran down his face”.

“When Lee woke up, he still felt the deep sadness of his dream”.

“There is in fact something obscene and sinister about photography, a desire to imprison, to incorporate, a sexual intensity of pursuit”.

“…the rounded face and café-au-lait mulatto skin, the smooth body of undifferentiated flesh with a muscle showing”.

“An old photographer’s trick: wait for distraction”.

“Stupid people can learn a language quick and easy because there is nothing going on in there to keep it out”. 

“Mexico City is a terminal of space time travel, a waiting room where you grab a quick drink while you wait for your train. That is why I can stand to be in Mexico City or New York. You are not stuck there; by the fact of being there at all, you are traveling”.  

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